Summary: Lizzie is invited to a charity event. William lends her a hand on how to impress people.
Notes: This chapter was NOT brought to you by Comcast. They murdered Teresa's internet and you should throw rocks at the nearest Comcast building in your town.
Early September
Lizzie comes home late from work after a long week, happy that it's over. She walks in the door and is greeted by the sounds of clinking pots and pans. William is home before her and making dinner. She takes off her jacket and hangs it up before heading towards the kitchen. He has his back to her and is cutting some vegetables up when she clears her throat. William turns his head to check the noise and smiles when he sees her.
"Hey, you," William says as Lizzie puts her stuff down before walking towards him.
"Hey, yourself," Lizzie replies, standing on her toes and giving him a short kiss. "How was your day?"
"Pretty productive. Had a few meetings, made a few phone calls. The usual," William says, returning his attention to the vegetables. "How was yours?"
"Oh, you know. Making videos, editing them, auditioning people," Lizzie says before looking at the stove. "What are you making?"
"Salmon and wild rice," William says. "And some roasted vegetables."
"Sounds delicious," Lizzie says, stealing a carrot from the cutting board. William gives her a playful glare and she scurries away, giggling. "Did you get the mail?"
"It's on the dining room table," William says, pointing with the knife. "I haven't had time to go through it yet."
Lizzie grabs the small pile from the table and heads back to the kitchen, taking a seat at on one of the stools.
"Oh! That reminds me. Did you send Bing's birthday present yet?" Lizzie asks, slowly looking through the pile.
"Sent it during my lunch," William says, looking at her over his shoulder. "He'll get it before his birthday."
"That's good," Lizzie replies before looking at an envelope and holding it up. "What is this? It's for you."
"What is what?" William asks, wiping his hands on the dish towel and turning around.
"I have one too," Lizzie says, reading the back of the envelope. "I don't recognize the address."
"Um," William pauses before opening it up. "Ah, yes. It's the Charity Poker Tournament invitation."
"You say that like I should know what it is," Lizzie says, rolling her eyes as he goes back to cooking.
"It's a yearly charity event. Open it up and read it yourself, Lizzie," William chuckles. Lizzie opens hers and finds a letter attached to her invitation.
"Huh. Interesting," Lizzie says as she keeps reading. "This event seems like a big deal. How come I haven't heard of it? Have you been before?"
"I've gone in the past and my parents used to attend it. I just donated the last two years," William says. "They raise money to get computers into schools for underprivileged children. It's more enticing when you add the element of poker. A lot of the big companies in the San Francisco area are invited every year. Dick Costolo and Kevin Systrom have gone in the past."
"What in the world. Are you kidding me?" Lizzie asks, shocked. "As in the CEOs of Twitter and Instagram!?"
"I lost in a hand to Kevin a few years ago. How much are seats this year?" William asks, glancing back at her.
"Fifteen hundred to play and seven fifty to be a spectator. That's ridiculous," Lizzie scoffs and reads on. "But this letter says my seat is taken care of."
"What?" William exclaims, putting down his knife and turning around to read the letter. "Lizzie, this is a big deal! Being invited means you're established but having your seat paid for is rarely done. Someone must be really impressed with you."
"Well, it would be rude to turn it down, right?" Lizzie looks at him, making an unsure face. "D.E. productions can't honestly compare to the likes of the bigger companies."
"They obviously think it can," William says, smiling at her. "I'll happily go as well. We can ask Gigi. She's enjoyed coming in the past. Fitz went last year."
"Gigi knows how to play poker?" Lizzie asks.
"She does but she prefers to be a spectator," William says, putting the vegetables on the stovetop.
"Ugh. You guys just go to these things. Act like fifteen hundred dollars is really fifteen dollars," Lizzie sighs. "The things I have to get used to with you two!"
"Well, we haven't been to a charity event in quite some time really," William offers, shrugging his shoulders. "I've just been donating lately."
"Alright," Lizzie says, shaking her head. "I guess we're going."
"When is it?" William asks and Lizzie laughs.
"On the 20th. We agreed before you checked your calendar," Lizzie says, smirking at him when he gives her a pointed look.
"Does it talk about the prizes? They have had some impressive ones before," William says, fixing the vegetables.
"It says the last table is guaranteed a prize. It ranges from…woah! This is nuts," Lizzie says. "It ranges from a trip for two to Paris and a new car all the way down a five hundred dollar gift cards to a place of your choice."
"The prizes get bigger every year," William replies. "That sounds about right."
"I have one big problem, though," Lizzie says and William glances back at her, giving her an expectant look. "I don't really know how to play poker. I mean, I know the basics but that was for fun."
"That's not a problem. I can teach you," William says. "Actually, Fitz has my table. We can set something up next weekend and I can finally get it back."
"You have a poker table," Lizzie deadpans.
"Yes," William says. "But Fitz has it. He borrowed it a few years ago. I bet he thought I would have forgotten about it by now."
"I never pictured you as one to play poker," Lizzie says.
"Used to play all the time, actually," William replies, turning off the burner for the rice. "My father taught both me and Gigi."
"So, have you ever made it to the final table?" Lizzie asks playfully.
"I regret to say that I have not," William chuckles. "Fitz was really close once. Maybe you'll have beginners luck."
"You're excited," Lizzie points out.
"Why shouldn't I be?" William asks, pulling plates out of the cupboard. "I haven't been in awhile and now I get to go with my fiancée. They have been rather enjoyable in the past."
"You mean," Lizzie pauses for dramatic effect. "William Darcy used to have fun without me?"
"I know. It's difficult to believe but I did," William says, the corners of his lips twitching up. "If it makes you feel better, it was not as often as now."
"It does make me feel better," Lizzie says smugly. "That I am your main source of fun in life."
"I think I know how to introduce you now," William says.
"At this event?" Lizzie asks, looking warily at him and he nods.
"This is my fiancée, Lizzie," William starts. "She has a gigantic ego."
"That's just rude, Will," Lizzie huffs. "I'd prefer it if you told them I had an ego the size of Jupiter."
"My apologies, Miss Bennet," William says dramatically. "This is my fiancée, Lizzie. She has an ego the size of Jupiter."
"Much better," Lizzie says, smiling widely at him.
"I'm glad I could make you happy," William says.
"It doesn't take much of an effort these days," Lizzie replies. "Even a smile from you makes me happy."
"How about a kiss?" William asks, walking around the counter towards her.
"Oh, now you're just spoiling me," Lizzie teases as he stops next to her. She turns in her chair and he smirks.
"You really should get used to being spoiled," William murmurs, standing inches from her. She grins at him before he leans in and kisses her slowly. Lizzie sighs against his mouth and brings her arms up, wrapping them around his neck. He nips at her bottom lip and his hands slide to her back. Lizzie hears the faint ding of a timer and William reluctantly pulls away.
"I think dinner is ready," Lizzie hums.
"Yes, I think it is," William says, kissing her temple before returning to the oven. Lizzie rests her head on her hand, watching him as he serves them both. He looks up at her and smiles as he finishes, handing her a plate. "Do you want to eat at the dining room table or the couch?"
"The couch," Lizzie says as she slips off the stool and heads towards the living room. "I recorded that documentary you wanted to see."
"Oh, now you're spoiling me," William says, half smiling at her as they sit down and turn on the TV.
"The best way I know how," Lizzie says lightly before tasting the salmon.
"Maybe not the best way," William quips, giving her a side glance.
"Terrible," Lizzie laughs. "Absolutely terrible."
"The food?" William teases, raising an eyebrow.
"No, you dork," Lizzie grins, nudging his shoulder. "It's delicious as always. Thank you for making dinner."
"You're very welcome," William says, kissing her temple. They both settle in and enjoy dinner while watching TV.
September 13th
William and Lizzie invite Fitz, Brandon, Gigi and Sidney over for an afternoon of poker. Gigi and Sidney arrive first with a bottle of wine and a box of crackers in tow. Lizzie gives Gigi and amused look behind William as Sidney hands them both to him. Only a few minutes later, Fitz calls from the street to ask for help with the poker table. Sidney hastily jumps to his feet and offers to help out, following William out the door. Gigi asks about the wedding plans and they take advantage of the few minutes they have alone.
"You guys didn't have to bring anything. This is really just to help me improve my skills," Lizzie says, walking to the dining room table.
"I told Sidney but he insisted," Gigi replies. "He's still nervous around William. I think he's being ridiculous."
"It's kind of funny and adorable. I can imagine him shaking like a tiny puppy at the wedding," Lizzie says and then her eyes widen. "Please tell me he'll get over this by January."
"Oh my god," Gigi laughs. "He was so good for awhile. I think it's because he's moving up here now. He thinks William will just show up at his doorstep to enforce random warnings about me."
"He would never," Lizzie scoffs. "He'd get an earful from me first."
"William has definitely eased up. He was way too protective when I started high school," Gigi says. "Between him and Bing, I think I had one date freshman year."
"Bing too?" Lizzie asks, surprised.
"It was a good cop, bad cop kind of thing they had going on," Gigi shrugs. "But hey. Speaking of Bing, have you called him today?"
"We did this morning. Jane is doing something big for his thirtieth this evening so we didn't want to mess with that," Lizzie says.
"Ooh. Are you going to do anything for William's thirtieth? I can help you plan something," Gigi bounces a little in her chair. Lizzie glances at the open door and listens for noise but hears nothing.
"I have a vague idea. I kind of want to take him somewhere for the weekend," Lizzie says, lowering her voice. "Make it a complete surprise. I just don't know where yet."
"I can definitely help you out there," Gigi grins. They hear a faint elevator ding and Lizzie throws open her small binder, pushing it towards Gigi quickly. Gigi holds back a snicker and Lizzie rolls her eyes at her own guilty behavior. "Has Jane shown you the designs for the dresses? I'm excited to wear a Jane original."
"She has. I can't believe she even has the time," Lizzie says as Gigi flips through the binder.
"You guys have so much done already," Gigi notes, pausing at the wedding invitation mock up.
"We just ordered those. They should be arriving in the next week or so," Lizzie says. They look up towards the noise, hearing all the guys shuffling in the hallway towards the door. They pause at the doorway, Lizzie and Gigi watching as they twist and turn until they get it through.
"I don't even remember how we got this out of your apartment," Fitz grunts. "You can keep it."
"Thank you, Fitz," William says dryly. "Considering it's mine."
"Do you need any help, William?" Lizzie asks, biting her lip and watching him for a moment.
"I think…we've got it," William replies as they put it down in the open space between the kitchen and living room. "Brandon is bringing up the chips and everything. Thank you for offering."
Sidney runs back out and William wipes his hands off before walking over to Lizzie, crouching down next to her and kissing her cheek.
"What are you doing?" William asks, looking over Lizzie's shoulder.
"Gigi wanted to see some of the wedding stuff before we got started," Lizzie says, smiling at him. "I can show her later if you're ready."
"It's going to take us a little time to get everything together," William replies. "Show her the possible wedding favors."
"Ooh. You're already thinking of wedding favors?" Gigi asks, perking up.
"We were trying to think of something personal and I joked that we should do something bow tie related," Lizzie says, finding the right page. "William found these bottle openers. Two completely different kinds, too. We're still debating on these or something chocolate-"
"-or both," William interjects.
"Or both," Lizzie says, side eying him. "I like the idea of engraving them."
"We can. We have time. We're not ordering anything until we get the wedding invitations out and have the final count," William says.
"You're so invested," Gigi says with a grin.
"I don't understand why I wouldn't be," William says, looking at her. "One shouldn't plan a wedding by themselves."
"I appreciate it," Lizzie says softly, turning to look at him. They share a smile and Fitz comes over to grab two of the chairs from the table. William kisses her temple and gets up, taking two more chairs to the poker table.
"Sooo," Gigi says slowly to get Lizzie's attention back to her. "William tells me he wants to take you to Pemberley for part of your honeymoon. I think you should go. It's an absolutely beautiful place."
"Yea," Lizzie says, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "I really want to. It's a long trip though."
"Don't you have to fly through London anyway?" Gigi asks.
"It's suggested. It takes like a day and a half to get to this place," Lizzie says, making a face. "It would help with jet lag a little. I'm really leaning towards yes."
"What's stopping you? I would go in a heart beat," Gigi replies.
"Taking a month off from work," Lizzie says. "Really, it would be like five weeks. I'm taking most of the week off before the wedding and probably wouldn't make it back to work for a few days after the trip. Jet lag will probably destroy me. Also the packing! Packing for completely opposite climates."
"I hear London is a great place to shop," Gigi grins. "Besides, William has taken off more time than that. You put people in charge. You're good to go. Being the boss of a company really has some perks. And by the way, my brother has some amazing ways to avoid jet lag. I would go."
"If I didn't know any better, I'd think he put you up to this," Lizzie says, pursing her lips.
"No way," Gigi shakes her head. "All my own doing."
"Uh huh," Lizzie says holding back a smirk. "Like I said…I probably will. I just have to make the proper arrangements."
"William will be really happy if you say yes," Gigi says, flipping through the binder. "So, what's next on your agenda?"
"We're holding off on a few things until the wedding invitations," Lizzie says. "We need to find an officiant soon."
"Oh! You know what? There's this man who officiates. Oh geez. What's his name?" Gigi mumbles.
"That isn't totally reassuring, Gigi," Lizzie says, furrowing her brows.
"William?" Gigi calls over to him.
"Yes, Gigi?" William asks, looking over at her from the poker table he's setting up.
"What is that man's name who goes to this event? They go every year. They were friends with mom and dad," Gigi says, snapping her fingers to try and remember.
"I need a little bit more than that," William says, frowning.
"She's the CEO of that tool company! He used to own the hardware store," Gigi says.
"Oh! Margaret and Henry. What about them?" William asks.
"Didn't he sell the hardware store because he wanted to focus more on couples? He got all certified and everything," Gigi says. "You should see if he'll marry the two of you."
"Wow. He didn't even come to my mind," William says, raising his eyebrows. "That's a good idea though."
"Do you think they will be coming?" Gigi asks.
"I don't know, Gigi. We'll just have to see," William says, shrugging before returning to setting things up.
"Can I know a little about him?" Lizzie asks, waving her hand in front of Gigi. "I mean, if William likes him that's great but he's a stranger to me."
"Right," Gigi laughs. "His wife owns a tool company that is mainly web based now. He used to own a hardware store that sold her tools exclusively. They met at a company picnic. Opposites attracting and all that."
"I meant about him specifically," Lizzie muses. "I don't need their romantic back story."
"Somewhere down the line, he decided to sell his store and become an officiant instead. He's been doing it for awhile. Maybe fifteen years," Gigi says. "He tells me about all the couples he's married every year I see him at this event. He's funny."
"How many times have you gone to this?" Lizzie asks.
"I've lost track. I was 17 the first time William took me, though," Gigi says, looking over at him. "I think Henry just latched onto me because I was so young. He was always telling me silly jokes to get me to laugh."
"Well, I hope he's there," Lizzie says. "I'd like to meet him."
"Lizzie B," Fitz interrupts and they both turn towards him. "We're ready."
"Are you going to play, Gigi?" Sidney asks as the girls get up and bring the last of the chairs over.
"I'm a better observer," Gigi says, squeezing his arm.
"Should I sit somewhere in particular?" Lizzie asks.
"Not next to William," Brandon says.
"Rude," Lizzie laughs.
"He's not trying to be, Lizzie," William says. "Fitz is dealing and I usually take early position. It wouldn't benefit you when you're just learning."
"Meaning?" Lizzie asks, slightly confused.
"This will actually help you for the tournament," William says, taking the seat left of Fitz. "Any player sitting to the left of the dealer has to bet without knowledge of how the rest of the table is going to play their cards. I use it to my advantage though. The best positions are to the right of the dealer."
"That's actually really helpful," Lizzie replies. "Soo, Sidney has the best advantage?"
"Yea," Fitz says. "The tables will be more than five players though so figure out who the dealer is and sit near the middle or to the right of them. Most games rotate dealers but this tournament has designated dealers for each table."
"Yea," Gigi pipes up. "There aren't huge poker enthusiasts at this thing. Fitz and William are just really good at it. You've got some good teachers."
"What about me?" Brandon asks, pretending to look hurt.
"You and Fitz are a package deal," Gigi laughs, waving him off. Everybody takes a seat and Lizzie smiles at William as she sits directly across from him.
"Okay. I need to know the difference between basic poker and Texas Hold'em," Lizzie says as Fitz starts shuffling the cards. Fitz gives her a quick overview and then deals everyone two cards.
"Does anybody have any sevens?" Lizzie teases. William laughs and they share a look.
"Cute, Lizzie B," Fitz says. "Now you place your blind bets but it's usually just called blinds."
"Betting without knowing," Lizzie says and they nod.
"It's a good way to intimidate your opponent. Make them think you have good cards," William says, putting a few chips into the middle of the table.
"Once you learn the basics, it's good to find a strategy," Brandon adds, throwing his own chips in. Lizzie looks at her cards and adds her chips to the pile.
"And you don't have to play every hand if you have bad cards," Sidney says, folding.
"Now, why would you fold so early? Even before the…second blind bet? Right?" Lizzie asks, getting a nod from both Fitz and William.
"My cards are low and too far apart. I wouldn't even get a straight if I tried," Sidney replies as Fitz adds chips to the pot. They go around once more before Fitz deals three cards face up in the middle. Lizzie squirms in her seat with excitement as she sees that she has a good enough hand to stay in. William bets and the rest of the table calls. Fitz deals another hand and Brandon lets out a tiny groan.
"I'm out," Brandon says, tossing his cards into the middle. Lizzie plays the round, calling William's bet and Fitz deals the last card.
"I bet," William says, smirking slightly at Lizzie.
"You're just trying to throw me off," Lizzie scoffs, throwing chips into the pile. Fitz chuckles as he puts his own chips into the pile.
"I don't know what you're talking about," William says and Gigi giggles.
"Alright, alright. Show your cards, kiddies," Fitz speaks up. William puts his cards down and reveals a straight and Lizzie pouts, showing that she has three of a kind.
"It's not a bad hand to play, Lizzie," Gigi says, watching William grab the chips from the middle.
"Yea. That was good for your first time," Fitz says, grabbing the cards and reshuffling. "Ready for another round?"
"Bring it on," Lizzie says, straightening in her chair.
It doesn't take Lizzie to get the hang of the game and even surprises William one round by winning. As they continue playing, she can feel William's stare when she's thinking of her moves and it starts to get to her. She watches the way he handles the cards and plays with the chips between his fingers as he waits for his turn. They start to sneak overt glances at each other and she can see his lips twitching up every so often. At one point, Brandon and Sidney are in a debate over a certain play and Lizzie makes her move. Lizzie seeks for William's leg under the table but gets no reaction from him as she moves her foot over his shin.
"Hey Lizzie?" Fitz says after a moment.
"Yea, Fitz," Lizzie replies, looking over at him.
"I love you dearly but that is my leg," Fitz says and Lizzie pulls back, sitting straight in her chair.
"I'm so sorry," Lizzie mumbles and William raises his eyebrows.
"Is that what we're doing now?" Brandon asks. "If you're hitting on my husband, does that mean I can hit on your fiancé?"
"It was a mistake-"
"I think not," Lizzie and William say at the same time.
"Oh, come on," Brandon says. He tries to touch William's arm and William swats it away playfully, telling him to stop. Gigi starts laughing as he keeps trying until William gives up.
"Ooh. Have you been working out?" Brandon asks, squeezing William's bicep. William rolls his eyes and Lizzie bites back a laugh.
"He gets plenty of exercise," Fitz jokes. "He's got Lizzie now."
"I don't know. She's hitting on you. Maybe he's not enough for her now," Brandon replies and they share an amused look. Lizzie opens her mouth to speak and Gigi stops her.
"Don't bait them further," Gigi says, shaking her head. "You know that. It will just go on forever."
"Anyway, you'll have to think of a different strategy for winning." Fitz says smugly. "Distracting the dealer just won't do."
"It worked for that one girl…Deedee Wells five years ago," Gigi says. "She distracted her way through eight rounds before someone complained and she was kicked out!"
"She was a terrible player though," Brandon adds. "She only called or folded and never bet. Lizzie is better than her already."
"Remember when that one guy tried to cheat by bringing his own cards?" Fitz says.
"They didn't even match!" Gigi and Brandon both speak up and start laughing. She feels a nudge against her shoe, feeling William's foot nudging her. Lizzie looks up and sees him half smiling at her, giving her a signal that this is his foot. She bites her lips and shrugs just enough for William to notice. His smile grows before they break eye contact, turning their attention back to the others.
"How about we don't limit things now," Brandon suggests after a few minutes. "They pretty much go straight to No Limit Texas Hold'em anyway."
"This is where you can really mess with people, Lizzie. Keep raising the stakes until they either fold or call," Fitz grins, nodding his head.
"Ooh. Count me in on this," Gigi says, pulling her chair in.
"Sounds fun," Lizzie says and Fitz starts dealing the deck. Lizzie catches William's stare again and she waggles her eyebrows, earning her another half smile. He has to be doing this on purpose. Maybe it's his strategy to help her out for the actual game; getting used to any possible distraction. It's not helping in any way right now though.
She folds as soon as she sees her cards and it gives her more time to study William. He watches everybody when it's their turn and will glance at his own cards if and when they increase their bets. Lizzie really can't seem to stop staring at his hands and thinks he may know she's looking. William makes subtle movements with the tips of his fingers against the fabric of the table, moving them in a circular pattern. Lizzie is somehow jealous of an inanimate object. She wishes he were really touching her with them. Lizzie knows too well the things he can do to her with those fingers. She lifts her gaze and sees his lips curling up ever so slightly. Damn him. Two can play at this game.
Lizzie toes her shoes off and stretches her toes for a moment. She moves her foot and taps William's shoe, earning a raised eyebrow but nothing else. Interestingly, she finds it easy to pay attention to the game and tease William at the same time. As she moves her foot slowly under his pants cuff and up his calf, she's raising the bet on her cards. Nobody is the wiser. She moves down in her chair a fraction of an inch, pulls her foot out of his pants and slides it up past his knee to his inner thigh. William's eyes flutter and he coughs which makes Lizzie feel power.
"Your bet, Darcy," Fitz says, pulling William out of his daze.
"Uh, right," William says and looks at his cards. "I fold."
"Weak," Lizzie teases him in more than one way.
"I'm out too," Brandon adds.
"It's down to you and me, Gigi," Lizzie says, looking at her. "I raise."
"It's a showdown!" Fitz throws his hands up in the air. "Who are you rooting for, Darce?"
Lizzie moves her foot up a little higher his thigh and William jerks in his chair, nobody catching it but her.
"Lizzie," William says, roughly.
"I feel betrayed, dear brother," Gigi pouts. "I see your bet and raise you."
"It's getting interesting now," Brandon says, glancing at Lizzie's cards. "Damn! Lizzie's got a good hand, Gigi."
"So does Gigi," Sidney says, looking over Gigi's shoulder.
"What are you gonna do?" Gigi asks, pulling off her faux serious face.
"I'm going to take you down," Lizzie says, pursing her lips. She rubs her foot against William's knee before he grabs it under the table, Lizzie seeing his nostrils flaring. "I see your bet and I raise you."
Everybody turns to Gigi and waits to see what she does. Lizzie puts William out of his misery and pulls her foot away, resting it near his ankle.
"I'm all in," Gigi says, pushing all her chips to the center. There is a melodramatic 'ooh' from the table and Lizzie has to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing.
"What will happen now? Who is going to win? It's such a nail biter," Fitz says, providing commentary. William gets up from the table to check Gigi's cards and then stops near Lizzie.
"Should I go all in too?" Lizzie asks, looking at him.
"You have to go through with you threat," William jokes. "Take her down.
"I am seriously hurt by this, brother," Gigi huffs.
"You're a Darcy. You'll get over it," William says, smirking at her as he sits back down.
"I'm all in, too," Lizzie says, slowly pushing in all her chips.
"There's nothing let to do but show your cards," Fitz says. "Gigi?"
"Read 'em and weep," Gigi says, laying out her cards. "Full house."
"Damn," Lizzie says and Gigi starts to reach for the pot. "You were so close. Four of a kind! Ha!"
She shows her cards and then gloats as she takes her winnings. Gigi pretends to cry theatrically with Sidney putting his arm around her and Fitz cackles. William shakes his head and chuckles at the display happening in front of him. They couldn't have choreographed better if they had tried. Lizzie gets up from the table and goes over to Gigi, tapping her on the shoulder. Gigi laughs and gets up from her chair before they share a hug.
"Awww. Everything is right with the world again," Brandon says.
"I think we should end these festivities on a high note," Fitz adds as he gets up. "Lizzie B definitely knows what she's doing. One thing though, card shark."
"What's that?" Lizzie asks, keeping an arm around Gigi's waist.
"Work on your poker face. I knew when you had a good hand nearly every time," Fitz says and Brandon nods. "Maybe William can show you a few of his stoic poses."
"What does that even mean?" William asks, raising an eyebrow.
"All I'm sayin' is that this face," Fitz says, grabbing William by the cheeks. "Did not give any emotions away for months when you showed up."
"Please let go of me," William says, muffled by Fitz's hold. Gigi and Lizzie both cover their mouths to keep from laughing.
"You've got smooth skin. What do you use for aftershave?" Fitz asks, lightly smacking his cheek before letting go. William stretches out his jaw and rubs his face, shaking his head at Fitz.
"You and Brandon need to learn about boundaries," William says.
"Says the fiancé of the woman who was playing footsie with me earlier," Fitz says smugly.
"You're just irresistible to both men and women, Fitz," Lizzie says, playfully patting his back as she passes him. William smiles at Lizzie as she walks over to him and puts an arm around her shoulder as she snakes hers around his waist.
"I thought so," Fitz replies smugly.
"Okay, I think I need to take this guy home before you make his head explode," Brandon says, rolling his eyes.
"We should go too, actually," Gigi says, gesturing between her and Sidney. "There's this band playing at a bar. We wanted to get dinner before that."
"That sounds fun," Lizzie says as everybody starts walking to the entry. "I'm really glad you could all help me out. Maybe I'll even make it to a second table!"
"I have faith in you, Lizzie B.," Fitz chuckles. "We should do this again."
"Maybe after Sidney has moved up," Gigi suggests, opening the door.
"I, sadly, won't be joining you guys next weekend. I have a lot to pack and everything," Sidney says, shrugging.
"Well, we need to celebrate when you do," Lizzie says, glancing at William. "We can all go out to dinner. Wouldn't that be nice, William?"
"Hmm? Of course. We could, um, go to Pacific Cafe," William says.
"I haven't been there in ages! I love that place!" Gigi says excitedly.
"I know," William says warmly. "That's why I suggested it."
"Hate to break up the sibling moment but we're goin'," Fitz says, both him and Brandon waving as they start heading to the elevator. "Poker face, Lizzie! Work on it!"
"I will! Thanks again!" Lizzie replies. "See you next week! And Sidney…looking forward to seeing you up here more often."
"I'm looking forward to seeing Gigi on more than just the weekends," Sidney says with a half smile.
"No more long drives," Gigi groans. "Okay. See you next week, you two. Call me if you need any help."
"Of course," Lizzie nods. They say their goodbyes and finally, William closes the door behind them. He leans against the door and looks at her with a hint of a smile. "Stop it."
"I'm not doing anything," William says, his smile growing.
"You're staring at me with your sexy bedroom eyes. You have tortured me enough today," Lizzie says, walking back to the table.
"My sexy bedroom eyes?" William asks, following her. "As for torture…who was the one rubbing her foot against my leg?"
"Who was the one mimicking lewd gestures with their fingers?" Lizzie asks, glancing at him as she starts grabbing the chips.
"I was doing nothing of the sort," William replies, standing dangerously close behind her before wrapping his arms around her waist. "You merely have a very active imagination."
"That's just what you want me to believe," Lizzie sighs as he kisses her neck. "We should clean this up…Will."
"I have a better idea," William says, his breath making the hairs on her neck stand on end. "We should work on your poker face."
"And how do you suggest we do that?" Lizzie asks, pulling at her bottom lip as he kisses her weak spot just behind her ear.
"I was thinking," William hums near her ear. "We could play strip poker."
"Wow, Mr. Darcy. What kind of girl do you take me for?" Lizzie teases.
"How presumptuous of me, Miss Bennet," William says, pulling away from her. "I was merely suggesting a way to help you with your poker game."
"But how would it help you?" Lizzie asks, turning around and pulling him in by his hips.
"I would master the art of distraction," William says. "If I can sit through a game with a gorgeous, naked woman in front of me then I can do anything."
"What makes you think I'll be one naked? You could be absolutely terrible when it comes to strip poker," Lizzie grins.
"We're just going to have to find out then, won't we?" William says, waggling his eyebrows.
"Challenge accepted," Lizzie says slowly, leaning up and placing a kiss on his jaw. "I am so putting my shoes back on though."
"They will just be coming right off again," William grins. "But I'll allow it."
"Aaand," Lizzie says. "My sweater?"
"Nope," William says, shaking his head. "Only one exception and the shoes are it."
"Fair enough," Lizzie replies. "Shall we get started?"
"I'll give you a minute to get your shoes on. I'm going to put the rest of these chairs back," William says and Lizzie furrows her brows.
"Why?" Lizzie asks, sitting in her own chair to grab her shoes.
"This is just you and me," William smirks as he grabs two chairs. "We don't need an imaginary audience."
"Afraid you can't perform under pressure?" Lizzie asks, pulling on one shoe.
"I should be asking the same about you," William retorts.
"I am more than ready to take you down, Mr. Darcy," Lizzie says, grinning wickedly.
"We'll just see about that, Miss Bennet," William says, putting the last chairs back. Lizzie slips on her other shoe as he returns to the table. He takes the remaining chair and places it directly opposite Lizzie, taking a seat.
"Are you sure you wouldn't like to put on anymore?" Lizzie asks, crossing her arms as he gathers the cards and she stacks her chips. "From my calculations, I can take you down in…seven games. Maybe you should have put on more than a t-shirt and jeans today."
"You are barely in a better position," William says, quirking an eyebrow. "Now, enough trash talk. Let's play."
William keeps his eyes on Lizzie as he shuffles the cards, knowing she's been staring at his hands for most of the afternoon. He's not afraid to use any tactic necessary for this game. He deals out the cards and catches the look on Lizzie's face but keeps any remark to himself. After betting, he puts down three cards face up on the table. This time, she wiggles a bit in her chair as if she's preparing herself. She has good cards.
"Tip number one for helping you with your poker face," William starts after he puts the last card face down. "You wiggle in your seat when you have good cards."
"What?" Lizzie asks, surprised. "I do not."
"You do," William nods. "It's actually pretty cute but it gives you away. Your eyes lights up too."
"Is it distracting?" Lizzie asks, leaning forward and resting her arms on the edge of the table.
"Ten percent distracting," William chuckles. "Ninety percent gives you away."
"So you know," Lizzie says, making a face.
"Oh, yes," William replies, nodding. "Show me your cards either way."
They both lay their cards down on the table and it's confirmed. Lizzie wins and she grins at him.
"Pay up," Lizzie says, making a money gesture with her fingers.
"Not quite as satisfying knowing it was going to happen," William says, standing up. "Just for that, I'm going straight for a big ticket item."
William reaches behind him and slowly removes his shirt, much to Lizzie's delight. He quirks an eyebrow at her before balling the shirt up and tossing it behind him. He sits back down and drinks in her expression, knowing it will be more difficult to concentrate.
"Shall we continue?" William asks and Lizzie nods her head with a smile.
Lizzie becomes more aware of her body movements and works on it as they play the next round. Having okay cards doesn't do much in the way of body wiggling. She ends up losing and decides to even the distraction between them just to make herself feel better.
"It's a good thing I decided to wear a bra today," Lizzie teases, pulling off her shirt. She shakes her hair dramatically and she sees a flicker of desire in William's eyes.
As they continue playing cards, their luck switches back and forth during each hand. Lizzie and William take their time as they methodically figure out which item to remove. It becomes a show every time and Lizzie loves it. Somehow, William finds a sexy way of removing his shoes and Lizzie can't believe how much it makes her want him. She squeezes her knees together and licks her lips when he spends the most amount of time removing his jeans, smirking the whole time.
"You are quickly running out of clothes," Lizzie grins. "Just your boxers and a sock left. Don't know your strategy for leaving the sock on instead of your jeans though."
"Just another tactic, love," William says lowly.
Lizzie loses the next round but turns it around in her favor. She pops open the button of her jeans and she gives William a little peak of her blue cotton underwear as she unzips; comfortable for her yet she knows they still rile him up. She tries her best to make it look sexy and wiggles out of her jeans as gracefully as possible, keeping her eyes on him and biting at her bottom lip to make it seem innocent. Lizzie turns around and bends over to pick up her pants, giving William more of a show before returning to her chair.
"Are you quite finished?" William asks, attempting to sound unaffected. She can hear it though; the whisper of lust just waiting to be yelled out. She crosses her legs and gestures for him to deal.
William has to admit something to himself. Playing strip poker with Lizzie was an absolutely terrible idea. She's sitting across the table from him in just her bra and panties and all he wants to do is touch her. His growing ache for her is showing in more than one way; the least of them being his unsteady hands as he lays out his cards. He wins again. Lizzie pouts and then reaches behind her, shimmying herself out of her bra and dropping it to the floor. God, he's never going to get used to the sight of her like this. From the way she's moving in her seat, he knows she's feeling the same way right now.
"And look where we are now, Miss Bennet," William says. "One more game and that underwear is mine."
"In your dreams, Mr. Darcy," Lizzie replies, pursing her lips.
"The odds are not in your favor," William says with a smirk. Lizzie leans forward and puts her arms on the table, accentuating her breasts slightly.
"I will literally beat the pants off you," Lizzie says smugly.
"I love a confident woman," William says, staring at her with an intensity that nearly makes Lizzie break. That look makes her desire for him burn to life in the lower pit of her stomach. He grabs the cards and keeps his eyes on her as he shuffles them, taking a deep breath before he deals.
Crap, she thinks. These cards are not going to help her win. The only thing she can rely on are the cards he's going to deal. She catches him staring at her and she leans forward again to give him an amazing view. It might help him fumble with the cards; all that blood rushing from his head. Then again, she can barely think whenever she sees him in this state. Most of the images rushing through her head are of him lifting her up a wall or throwing her on the couch. It barely registers that he's speaking to her.
"Lizzie?" William asks, not hiding his amusement. "Moment of truth. Show me what you've got."
"You first," Lizzie says, leaning back in her chair. William raises an eyebrow and waits a moment before he puts down his cards. Three of a kind. That settles it. She's lost. Lizzie puts down her cards and shows her poor hand, William grinning at her reveal.
"Well, well, well, Miss Bennet," William says. "I do believe that your hand is lower than my hand. That would mean…I won."
"Right," Lizzie says, slightly annoyed.
"Pay up," William says lowly, the intensity of his stare adding to the fire in the pit of her stomach. Lizzie crosses her arms over her chest and sits there.
"Make me," Lizzie says defiantly and William's eyes darken even more.
"Is that how it is?" William asks and she nods. William's chair scrapes against the wood floor as he gets up, Lizzie bracing herself for anything. The look of determination on his face and the way he's walking towards her is so incredibly sexy that she nearly forgets she's trying to resist him. William walks behind her and pulls her chair away from the table, Lizzie grabbing the sides as he turns it ninety degrees. He stands in front of her, crouches a little and puts his hands on her hips. She grabs at his arms and squeaks just slightly as he lifts her and puts her down at the edge of the table, moving the chair back further behind him. Lizzie feels like the needle of her body temperature is moving towards dangerous levels as he stands in front of her, those torturous hands just inches from her legs.
"Miss Bennet," William says huskily as he trails his fingers lightly up her legs. "You have a debt to pay."
"What if…what if I don't want to pay it?" Lizzie asks. Her skin feels like it's on fire. This is what she gets for daydreaming about these fingers all afternoon. She lets out a tiny gasp as he brushes one finger against her underwear before returning to her thighs.
"You won't be able to enjoy the consolation prize," William says, grasping her knees and pulling her legs apart just enough to give him access to her inner thighs. Lizzie grabs at the edge of the poker table as he uses the barest of touches against her creamy skin.
"Consolation p-prize?" Lizzie stutters out, briefly closing her eyes as he brushes a knuckle against her underwear once again.
"Did I not inform you there would be one? How inconsiderate of me," William hums, pushing her legs apart more so he can stand between them. He glides his hands up her thighs and to her breasts, brushing his thumbs across her nipples.
"W-what does it entail?" Lizzie asks, failing to hold back a whimper. William leans in close to her ear and kisses her lobe.
"I'd rather show you, love. You just…need to…" William whispers as he slips his hand under the hem of her underwear. "Pay up."
"Oh God," Lizzie says shakily, grabbing his bicep as one finger moves across her slick entrance. "Yesss. Take them."
William pulls away and grins at her glassy eyed expression. He lifts her up slightly from the table and peels her underwear off, pulling them down her legs and letting them fall to the floor. William pushes her legs widely apart and moves in closer, teasing her with a feather light touch against her thighs. Lizzie brings a hand up and curls it around the back of his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. She is anything but gentle as she sucks on his bottom lip and moans as William brings his fingers between her thighs. Lizzie breaks off the kiss and gasps as he pushes two fingers into her. She drops her head against his shoulder and moans as he presses his thumb against her most sensitive area. Her brain has trouble connecting how she feels this much pleasure just from his fingers. Those oh so long fingers that she couldn't stop staring at earlier. Those achingly talented fingers that were mentally driving her crazy and now driving her so much further.
"Will," Lizzie moans. "Please."
Lizzie's not even sure what she's asking for but she registers a chair scraping across the floor. William pulls his fingers out and she's about to protest when she realizes what he's doing. He takes a seat in front of her, spreads her legs widely apart and pulls her to the edge of the table. He places one kiss on each of her thighs before she feels his lips on her center. William doesn't waste any time and works his tongue against her, bringing her quickly back to the same levels she was reaching just moments ago. He drapes both of her legs over his shoulders and wraps his hands around her waist, keeping her in a steady position. His tongue glides flatly across and his teeth gently scrape across her, eliciting a load moan from Lizzie. Her fingers thread through his hair and grab fistfuls, making him groan as he keeps bringing pleasure. The extra vibrations from his mouth around her and his tongue dipping into her are putting her on sensory overload. Her orgasm comes rushing towards her and she whimpers out as she quivers against William.
It takes Lizzie a moment to catch her breath but when William looks up at her, she flashes him a satisfactory grin. He pulls back and she lets her legs slide from his back, dangling from the table.
"If that was the consolation prize then I wonder what the winner gets," Lizzie says breathily and William grins.
"Would you like to find out?" William asks, quirking an eyebrow.
"Very much so," Lizzie purrs. She watches him as he removes his boxer briefs and sits down on the chair. He reaches forward and grabs her by the waist, pulling her off the table and onto his lap. Lizzie brings her hands up to cup his neck and he leans forward to kiss her. His hands move smoothly up and down her back while his tongue massages hers, sighing softly into her mouth as her thumb grazes across his jaw. They break apart and gasp for air before he returns his lips to her jaw, kissing across to the spot behind her ear. She leans her head to the side and William sucks on her skin, Lizzie letting out a small whimper. She slowly brings her hands down his body, brushing her fingers along his chest and raking her nails down his abdomen. William kisses along her neck and groans against her skin as she traces one finger along the length of him. She wraps her hand around his arousal and he clamps down on her neck, sucking hard. Lizzie brushes her thumb over the tip of him a few times before lightly squeezing and William's grip tightens around her torso.
"Lizzie," William says tightly, pulling away from her neck. "God…you can't keep doing that."
"Just a little longer?" Lizzie asks, puffing out her bottom lip. She scoots forward just a little in his lap and gives him a wicked look. William watches as she lets go of him and brings her free hand between her legs, teasing herself in front of him. It's just about the hottest thing he's seen her do and he wants her so much. She pulls her hand away and wraps her fingers around him again, moving her hand up and down. If it's possible, he's even harder from that display and his control is nearly gone.
"Fuck," William groans out and Lizzie leans forward, close to his ear.
"I love it when you swear," Lizzie whispers before biting his earlobe and sucking on it.
"Lizzie…enough!" William growls as he pulls her in closer to him. "No more teasing. I want you now."
"I thought you'd never ask," Lizzie says lowly. She half stands and grabs onto his shoulders for support, hovering over him in the chair. William moves his hands to her hips and she slowly lowers herself, his fingers digging into her skin as she sinks deeper onto him. Lizzie lets out a gasp as she feels the delicious contact of his pelvic bone pressing against her clitoris. She rocks her hips and rubs herself against him, perfectly content to stay here and hold onto him tightly. William grins at her and lifts her up onto the balls of her feet just a little before he thrusts into her. He does it again and Lizzie lets out a moan as he hits that sweet spot within her. They set a rhythm that sets her skin on fire; William lifting her and thrusting before she presses herself against him. Neither will last very long at this but every movement gives them an immense amount of pleasure. She loves the extra friction between them as she pushes off from the floor. Lizzie kisses him with a passionate desperation and bites on his bottom lip as he moans into her mouth. They break apart and gasp for breath, Lizzie's whimpers catching in her throat. William kisses and drags his tongue across her collar bone, sucking on her salty skin as she lets her head fall back. His thrusting becomes erratic and Lizzie is right there with him. Their orgasms hit them at the same time and Lizzie screams out William's name from the intensity of it all. William wraps his arms around her and holds her tight against him as her own name tumbles from his lips.
They struggle to catch their breath and he grins as he feels her lips on his shoulder, Lizzie working her way slowly up his neck. He feels overheated but her lips feel like relief as she leaves slow kisses on his skin. William catches her smile before she captures his lips, giving him a long and lingering kiss. He brings his hands up and threads his fingers through her hair as she continues kissing him. He lifts her up and gently eases out of her before she sits back on his thighs. William lets out a soft sigh, resting against the back of the chair and she pulls back, her forehead against his and smiling lazily.
"The winner has such a better prize," Lizzie murmurs.
"Something to strive for next time," William says quietly, trailing his fingers across her hips.
"You know what else?" Lizzie says and he looks at her expectantly. "I think I just found my new favorite position. Why haven't we tried this before?"
"We're idiots, remember?" William grins and Lizzie softly giggles. "It was rather…"
"Fantastic? Toe curling? Mind blowing?" Lizzie suggests, brushing her thumb absently below his ear.
"Pick one," William chuckles and brings a hand up to her neck, brushing his fingers on her skin. "I left a mark."
"I'll just steal one of your scarves," Lizzie says, taking his hand and kissing his palm.
"Good thing it's scarf weather," William teases.
"Mmhmm," Lizzie hums. "You know…this probably didn't help improve my poker game."
"I beg to differ," William says as he brings his hand down to her hip. "I could not read your face at all during the last few games."
"I still have to figure out my strategy. This…" Lizzie says, gesturing between them. "Won't really work with other people."
"I sure hope not," William replies with a twinkle in his eye. "You're better than you think. Just play like you did and you'll be great. Besides, it's for charity. It's supposed to be fun."
"Yea," Lizzie says, the corners of her mouth twitching up. "And, according to Gigi, we may find ourselves an officiant."
"I have a feeling you may like Henry," William replies. "But…it's probably not the best time to talk about this."
"Probably," Lizzie chuckles before glancing at the clock. "What do you want to do for dinner?"
"After an afternoon of poker and an evening of some fantastic sex?" William smirks. "Far too wiped out to cook anything let alone get dressed up to go out."
"I definitely don't feel like getting dressed," Lizzie says lowly. William lifts an eyebrow but doesn't reply. "Something easy."
"Easy, huh?" William says, giving her a look and she pushes against his chest. "How about pizza?"
"Sounds perfect," Lizzie replies, giving him a chaste kiss before she slides off his lap. "You order and I'll go take a shower."
"Without me?" William pouts, getting up from the chair.
"I'm hungry!" Lizzie laughs as she throws his boxers at him. "You can join me next time."
"Taking your word for it," William grins. Lizzie rolls her eyes at him and picks up the rest of their clothes, finding his shirt and handing it to him. "Extra pepperoni, correct?"
"You know me so well," Lizzie murmurs, standing on her toes and kissing his cheek. She turns away from him and he lightly smacks her butt, Lizzie throwing him a faux shocked look over her shoulder.
"Couldn't resist," William says, shrugging his shoulders. Lizzie laughs and swings her hips as she walks away.
September 20th
"You're sure I'm dressed okay for this? I don't want to seem like I'm overdressed. The invite doesn't even say anything," Lizzie asks as William parks the car. She's wearing a tea length dark blue and black sleeveless dress and modest black heels under her jacket.
"You look beautiful," William replies, looking over her and smiling before opening his door. "Besides, you've worn that to work."
"Well, I wore it for an investors meeting," Lizzie frowns, stepping out of the car as William walks over to her side.
"Lizzie…" William says. "Why are you questioning your choice of wardrobe? Are you nervous? You have no reason to be."
"It's my first time going to this and I feel like I'm going to be judged for everything," Lizzie says, shrugging her shoulders.
"You were invited and paid for," William says. "You are going to be fine. We're here to have fun, remember?"
"Is it weird that I'm amused William Darcy is reminding me to have fun?" Lizzie asks, smiling up at him.
"Not at all," William says softly, bending down to kiss her. Lizzie tugs on his tie to keep him close for a moment longer and smiles against his lips. She smoothes it down as he stands up straight and then takes her hand, entwining their fingers together. "Better?"
"Much. Let's go play some poker and kick some butt," Lizzie grins.
Lizzie feels more at ease once they get inside the venue; everything is decorated in a vintage Las Vegas theme. Champagne and hors d'oeuvres are served as William shows her around the room. Just as William is finishing up a conversation with someone, Gigi comes bouncing over with a grin.
"William! Lizzie!" Gigi says, giving them both a hug. "Love the dress."
"Thanks, Gigi," Lizzie replies, noticing William's smirk from the corner of her eye.
"Are you having fun?" Gigi asks.
"I am. I haven't seen Fitz or Brandon though," Lizzie says and then leans in, lowering her voice. "And when do we actually play poker?"
"You gotta schmooze and booze before you play," Gigi replies. "I lost both Fitz and Brandon a bit ago to more interesting people."
"Because you're not interesting at all, sister," William deadpans.
"Thanks," Gigi says, shaking her head. "I wanted to steal Lizzie before the games start. You're hogging her."
"How about asking Lizzie?" William says and Lizzie snickers.
"I would love to," Lizzie says before turning to William. "I'll be back."
"Don't get into too much trouble, you two," William says and waves them off. He grabs a flute of champagne from a passing waiter and takes a sip, watching the people around the room. He's not alone for long and feels a tap on his shoulder, turning around to see Margaret.
"William Darcy, where have you been?" she asks.
"Margaret! It has been awhile," William says.
"I was beginning to think I had scared you off," Margaret says. "I thought we had something, William."
"For you? Always," William smiles. "I was too preoccupied the last two years unfortunately to make it. I did miss our yearly chat."
"Well, I am quite happy you've made it this time. That wretched Gavin won last year and he is such a poor winner," Margaret replies.
"Is he here this year?" William asks, looking around. "I was never liked having him at my table."
"No, thank goodness," Margaret laughs. "Now catch me up. What have you been up to? How is your sister and how is the company?"
"Always so nosy, Margaret," William says with a twinkle in his eye.
"You know me," Margaret replies, touching his upper arm. "I must keep up with my guilty pleasure."
"Your husband might be jealous," William says.
"Henry? Never," Margaret shakes her head. "Purely harmless."
"Of course," William chuckles. "To answer your questions, Pemberley Digital is doing quite well. The Domino application has taken off so it's kept us very busy. Gigi was in charge of getting it off the ground. She's around here somewhere. She took off with my fiancée just a bit ago."
"Fiancée? So there is someone else in your life," Margaret says, her eyes widening. "Now, it makes sense. You seem even more cheerful than usual. Who is the lucky woman?"
"Lizzie Bennet," William says with a big smile. "She's the founder of Decent Enough Productions."
"She's the one?!" Margaret perks up. "I was hoping I would get to speak with her tonight. I am so impressed with her company!"
"She will be really glad to hear that," William says. "Once I find her, you can meet her. Lizzie wanted to talk to Henry about wedding business."
"Do you want him to officiate? He will be so happy to hear your news," Margaret says and adds. "I can't believe you're getting married."
"Sometimes, I can't either," William replies, looking down and smiling.
"Oh, I see it all over your face now. You are definitely in love," Margaret shakes her head. "I'm getting blind in my old age."
"Don't be silly. You're a spring chicken, Margaret," William teases.
"You are too kind, just like your mother," Margaret laughs. "We should go find Henry and introduce him. Where is he?"
William glances around the room and spots him, smiling to himself when he sees Lizzie talking to him animatedly.
"It would appear that she has already found him," William says, pointing them out to Margaret.
"She is gorgeous, William!" Margaret says. "Did you have to fight off ten other guys just to get her attention?"
"That may have been easier," William chuckles. "Fighting for her affection was uniquely difficult."
"Well that is a story I definitely want to hear at some point," Margaret says, glancing at him. "Come on. I want to meet her."
"Gladly," William says. He leads the way through the crowd and smiles when Lizzie spots him.
"William!" Lizzie says, lighting up when he reaches her. Margaret takes her place next to Henry and they share a warm look.
"Hey," William replies, kissing her temple. "Where's Gigi?"
"She became interesting again," Lizzie jokes.
"Gigi always is," William muses. "I see that you've met Henry."
"She has," Henry says, nodding. "She is a delight, William."
"Well, I haven't," Margaret pipes up, holding out her hand. "I'm Margaret. I have heard so much about you."
"Good things, I hope," Lizzie says, glancing at William as he grabs her hand.
"William has been gushing about you. Starting your own company from scratch and being where you are so quickly. I am so impressed," Margaret says and Lizzie blushes slightly. "The motivation you must have had. It took me quite awhile to get my company to where it is now. I look forward to hearing more from you."
"That is…Wow. Thank you," Lizzie says. "I think I've kind of surprised myself, honestly. I love where I am."
"Of course," Margaret says and then turns to Henry. "Dear, have you heard? William is getting married."
"I have. It's very good news," Henry smiles. "Lizzie was telling me all about it. I would be thrilled to officiate."
"You would?" Lizzie asks excitedly and he nods.
"Let me tell you something, Lizzie," Henry says. "William has been attending this event since he was a child. We were friends with his parents and always looked forward to this event. Once a year may not seem like a lot but some people can really impact your life. I've seen him grow up before my eyes. If you two want me to be a part of something as special as this, I would be honored."
"It would mean a lot to us," William says, taking a deep breath. Lizzie squeezes his hand and he smiles at her.
"Then you two have yourselves an officiant," Henry replies with a big smile.
"You don't need to ask us questions about our relationship or anything? I know some do," Lizzie says.
"I'm not a stickler for that kind of thing," Henry chuckles. "William doesn't jump into things quickly. That's why I've beaten him at this event so many times."
"Hey now," William speaks up and Lizzie snickers.
"From the way he looks at you and how you were talking about him, I'm pretty confident that you will be excellent together," Henry says before pulling out his wallet. "Take my card. We can talk about the details later."
"Thank you so much. This saves us so much time," Lizzie replies, taking his card and slipping it into her purse. The sound of a bell being rung fills the air and everybody stops what they're doing.
"The tables are now open. Please find your name and take your seats. The games will begin shortly," someone announces.
"How official," Lizzie comments as the doors open to a bigger room.
"They try to intimidate you with it," Margaret rolls her eyes. "You're playing right? Henry is this year. I've decided to watch."
"I am," Lizzie says. "Gigi is watching. You could sit with her."
"Perfect idea. I still haven't heard the story about how you two met. I can get all the juicy gossip from her," Margaret says.
"You're definitely in for a boring story," Lizzie in jest, William squeezing her hand again.
"Not at all," William adds. "We should look for our seats. They don't like stragglers."
"Good luck, the pair of you," Margaret says.
Lizzie and William make their way to the board and see that they are assigned to different tables. Lizzie shrugs and he gives her a quick kiss before they head to their own tables. She spots Fitz at the next table to her left and he gives her big thumbs up, making her laugh. After a few minutes, there's another ring of the bell and the games officially start.
Brandon is the first of the group to be eliminated. He makes it a few rounds and gets cocky during one hand; betting everything and losing all his chips. He joins Gigi and Margaret and watch as Fitz, William and Lizzie keep on playing. Fifteen tables become ten and Fitz loses during the last play. There is an audible groan from his group and he shrugs before joining them. The bell rings when there are only five tables left and nobody is more surprised that Lizzie is still in the tournament than Lizzie herself.
Five tables become three and William makes a fatal mistake two games in. He joins the others and can't keep his eyes off Lizzie as she powers through.
"Darcy. What in the world did you do to Lizzie?" Fitz asks.
"What do you mean?" William asks, glancing at him.
"She's got good game, man," Fitz grins. "Did you help her with her poker face? She's a blank slate out there."
"We played a bit more after you guys left," William says, holding back a grin at the memory.
"Well, whatever you did," Fitz says. "She is killin' it out there."
"She's totally going to make it to the last table, William!" Gigi says excitedly. "If she beats this guy. He looks so nervous too!"
"I'm nervous. This is crazy. It's just a game," William chuckles. Gigi nudges him and they share a smile before she puts her hand on his knee. He covers her hand with his and they keep watching.
There is a roar of applause when Lizzie puts her cards down, winning with a full house. She's completely shocked at how far she's gotten but it's been an absolute thrill. Lizzie makes her way to the last table and joins the seven other finalists. She has fought down her nerves this whole time but they come bubbling up as the dealer explains the rules of the last table. She glances over to William, who mouths 'I love you' and beams at her. She smiles back at him and her nerves are calmed. Lizzie takes a deep breath and the dealer starts the game.
A handful of games later and it's down to four people including Lizzie. There has been a standing ovation each time another person loses. It becomes a bit nerve wracking for Lizzie and she is psyching herself out. The dealer hands out the cards for the next game and she has a really good starting hand. Glancing to her opponents, she notices that two of them don't have a lot of chips left. She attempts a strategy so she can beat them both at once. She doesn't take her other opponent into account and gets too cocky with her cards, a mere straight. It becomes high stakes as they bet higher and higher until Lizzie goes all in. After she puts down her cards and reveals her big hand, her opponent reveals a higher one. Lizzie is out of the game.
Lizzie feels strangely relieved to be done as she shakes her opponent's hands. The spectators are on their feet, clapping up a storm. The dealer congratulates her and hands her an envelope containing her prize. She makes her way to everybody, waiting for her near the doors, and Fitz is the first to give her a hug.
"You were awesome, Lizzie B.!" Fitz says. "Talk about beginner's luck! Fourth place! I bow down to you."
"Stop being silly, Fitz," Lizzie laughs as she hugs Brandon and Gigi.
"We were so nervous for you, Lizzie," Gigi says. "William was shaking."
"I was not," William says, shaking his head.
"You were too. You were bouncing your leg and everything," Gigi grins.
"Stop it," William chuckles. He gathers Lizzie in his arms and gives her a tight hug, Lizzie wrapping her arms around his neck. "I'm so proud of you. You were absolutely amazing."
"Thank you, Will," Lizzie whispers, smiling as he pulls back.
"You don't have to think twice about anybody judging you now," William says. "I'm pretty sure you've just intimidated everybody. Where did that come from?"
"I have no idea," Lizzie shrugs. "I just got in the zone as soon as everything started. I was remembering everything you all were saying and it just stuck."
"I feel like you should be teaching me," Brandon says.
"Fast learner. What can I say?" Lizzie laughs.
"What did you win, Lizzie B.?" Fitz asks, nodding to the envelope in her hand.
"I totally forgot! I didn't even look at the prize listings. All I could remember was the trip to Paris and those gift cards," Lizzie says. She opens the envelope and her eyes widen. "Holy crap."
"What is it?" Gigi asks.
"Three thousand dollars!" Lizzie says, holding up the check.
"We should celebrate!" Fitz suggests. "Dinner on Lizzie!"
"Excuse you," Lizzie replies, holding the check close to her chest. "I earned this. I think I get the right to do what I want with it. I don't want to blow it five minutes after I won and definitely not on you guys."
"Fine, fine," Fitz says with a smile. "What are you going to do with it then?"
"Don't put her on the spot, Fitz," William says, resting his hand on the small of her back. She looks up at him and he smiles at her. The idea comes to her almost instantaneously at that moment. "Do you want to stick around to see who wins or do you want to go?"
"I think I'm all pokered out," Lizzie says. "I've got a pretty good idea who is going to win at this point."
"Do you want to celebrate? Maybe go out for some drinks with everyone?" William asks.
"That sounds perfect," Lizzie nods. "I need to get my jacket and purse."
"Me too!" Gigi says.
"We'll get them. We need our jackets anyway," Fitz says. "You ladies stay right here."
"Stop buttering me up, Fitz," Lizzie jokes.
"I'm hurt, Lizzie B.," Fitz laughs before he walks away.
"This was so much fun," Gigi says after a moment. "They have never gotten that far in the tournament."
"Yea," Lizzie replies, glancing over at William, who's waiting for their jackets at the coat check. "So, I think I figured out what I want to do with this prize money."
"Already?" Gigi asks, looking surprised.
"Yea," Lizzie says. "But I'm going to need your help."
"I like the sound of this already," Gigi says and Lizzie grins at her.
Notes: The general idea of this chapter was inspired by true events. My brother organizes a poker tournament every year. You pay to play and pay to watch. That money is used towards a scholarship for the local high school. Businesses also donate food and drink and prizes each year. It's always right after Thanksgiving so...this idea has been in my head since November. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it and I'm looking forward to writing a lot more :)